If you have not read Memories, please take a few minutes to read that to get the background on this. It is not totally necessary but would be helpful. So after that first magical night of getting the blowjob to completion down the deserted country road, that became our normal routine for after work. We both continued to banter with each other while we worked, and she would ask if I could help carry up boxes of cups from t...

Growing up in a small Midwest town in the 1980s, like many other small towns, there wasn't a lot for a young man to do. I had a few friends that we would hang out with, drag Main Street that was six blocks long, waving at everyone each time we drove by, and eventually park at a parking lot to talk. This was pretty much a nightly occurrence during the summer. There weren't many places to work, but I had a job at one of the...